Dear Diary,

Chicks are weird. Just so you know.

It’s hard to tell what they mean sometimes.

My girlfriend today asked me when I was going to outgrow drugs.

“Not that it bothers me, or anything, just wanted to know.”

Okay. I can’t read women’s minds, never claimed to. But I know that means something, just don’t know what. She and I do drugs together occasionally. She doesn’t have problems with it then. She thoroughly enjoys herself. I’m not addicted, she’s not addicted. (‘cept tobacco). I don’t have a problem with them, I don’t spend all my money on them, I don’t do them every week, just once every month or two.

I wish I could figure out what chicks mean when they say things.

Okay. I’m outta here. I’m bored. It’s time to go home. I can’t believe it took me all day to do one entry for the book.


Quote of the Entry: “I just hope her “Wrong wrong wrong” dream wasn’t the one where I fuck a midget pirate Frenchman, or the one where I suck an old man off for bus fare, because those one are wrong wrong wrong. ” – doug

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